Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1887-03-18
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55...Vell, il you can t get your own con
sent, Mrs, DI'eery I suppose you can t,
said said Mr. " Perrin. his replroa chiul gaze
fixed fIs upon the fly 1ppromenading the
widows plump wrist. II had hoped
on reflection you'd come to consider
my proposal fayorably,, but it seems
you you think you couldn't be happy with
me. ..7<s1 II s5.5
81 couldn't be happy with Roxanna,' &
responded that lady, impetuously; then
shocking herself, she flushed like the
woodbine at the window, and in her
turn gszed down at the itinerating fly.
4 a@.sO, If you refuse me on account of
sister, Mrs. Deery, really can't take
No for an answer cried her sutton,
looking with an encouraged sir. .t.
The widows gaze never swerycd from
the insect, now chatting its stiffened lit
tie legs upon her thumb. RI sS. 4s Ia Z.
you'd have no trouble in getting on
with sister. I'll wager pursued the
eager wooer. .''You rarely see an
evener-tempered woman.'' !. F H. Il w.
''Yes. that's just it, Mr.. Perrin;
Roxanna's too perfect broke forth
the lady. brushing away the fly with
startling energy. 1T would fidget me
to death to live with. her. She's a
chosen vessel and I'm only comm on
clay.'a l# %ffL5t
The Widow Deery common clay, in
deed! Mr.. Perrin would have OWNED
the contrary unaided by the otticious
sunbeam which darted in that instant
to point out her manifold attractions.
Being deeply in love, he took advan-
sage of his opportunity to pay {; hand
some compliment and to renew his suit.
For one Intoxicating moment his fair
listener wavered, but the moment
passed. % 49, = ".' . ",@''>',z a..
Hush. please, Mr.. Permit! Don't
say any moro about it!' cried she, with
willful toss of her bewitching brown
curls. II might care for you''-the
tremor in her voice was very nearly his
undoingg-''I might care for you, but 1
couldn't breathe with Roxanna. Think
how my little boy would worry her!
She wouldn't speak an unkind word,
but every time he left sticky finger
prints on a door should feel that she
was wishing that he and his mother
had staid away
IL might- MI: Perrin paused,
shocked at his base. impulse. Had he
actually been about to remark that he
might provide sister with another
homep-sister, but for devotion to his
interests might now be matronizing a
household of her own? Dear, faithful
Roxanna! Could he ever requite her
for those weary years of watching be-
side the couch of his helpless, dying
wifep The full measure of her self
sacrifice he had not known at the time,
but now he had no doubt that but for
Chmena's sake and his she had dis
carded Joel Kirby. No, no; sister
should never be requested to vacate the
dwelling over which she had ruled so
long and so well! And to MIR. Perrin s
credit be it stated. that in the ardor of
his passion for the little widow he
closed his lips upon the disloyal words
that perchance might have won her,
and strobe from her cottage a rejected
lover.
IF Kirby should want Roxanna
now as much as, accord
ing to accounts, he wanted
her before he went to California, why it
might straighten things.' unused he,
plodding despondently along the path
through the fields; "but they say he has
his eye on his Cousin Martha. Natu-
rally he would be looking for somebody
younger than sister; she had faded.
There's an odds, in women And the
lover thoughts reverted to the buxom
widow, little younger than Roxanna, yet
no more faded than u morning glory at
sunrise. ~<
Mr. Perrjn's feet had traYersed the
meadow and assembled the slope of the
pasture adjoining the highway ere his
mind caught up with them. Then he
murmured half audibly: Il wonder
whether Kirby did call this afternoon?
When saw his team coming over the
ridge it struck me l might as well steal
off through the orchard Considering
he's in the neighborhood looking up old
friends. he can't ciyilly pass by Roxanna,
and [ wouldn't be a hindrance in
case" 49,. .'~.-.y .,a
His soliloquy merged IN low whistle
of satisfaction. He had Raced the bars
opposite his own gate, and at the gate,
7 bis fore feet deep in a hollow paved by
their impotence, stood Mr.. Kirby's
gray sorrel. ..#
At tho spectacle Mr.. Perrin's heart
bounded within him and he clutched
the topnlost rail for support. Should
he lead the forgotten horse away to the
stable or should he by 50 doing appear
to take too much for grained? He de-
sired to be hospitable he desired to be
nYepndinO1y boap;to III q b,,+ III, :, -, !, ~